I'm beginning to think there's a slow invasion going on. Water buckets. They're everywhere. You expect to find things again and again, I suppose, the commonplace items, but this is ridiculous. Water bucket, water bucket, water bucket. If I had a pound for every water bucket I found over the course of a day, I'd be rich beyond my wildest dreams. Or I'd have about £20. I guess my dreams are pretty tame.

Water buckets aside, it's been an interesting week. I helped CaiM, who lives on an island, build the worst bridge ever to be built in the history of people building bad bridges. It's functional, but boy is it ugly.

CaiM's house is lovely. Still a work in progress at this stage, but it's like a plantation manor off of the deep south. Except he grows pumpkins.

A while ago, I found a laptop and a CCTV camera. Then it came to me! The software on the laptop had face recognition software, but no decent way of detecting faces. So I managed to put the CCTV camera with the laptop, add an AK47 assault rifle and Bob was very much my uncle, for I had created a turret that shot people other than me! I placed it on my roof, in case of attack and found that the blasted thing kept me up all night. It moves and scans the area in a 180-degree arc and in doing so, makes a noise like an old dot-matrix printer, constantly printing out reams and reams of paper. There you go, that's the price of safety, I suppose.

I spent the following days gathering, talking to Althawadi and Draekal, of course. Things seemed to be going fine on this island. Nothing much to report, in fact. The helicopter hadn't come to attack, the animals even seemed to be more docile than normal. The only thing was, I wasn't getting any sleep because of this damned turret. I could switch it off, but then that would defeat the purpose of having it in the first place - no, I had to maintain its function. And then, just the other night, it came to me: I was exhausted. I lay down to sleep and even remember the sound of the turret on my roof fading into nothing. For the first time in a long time, I slept. That must have been when it happened.

It's been quite some time since Lewis departed. I know why he was so unhappy and left, it's because his base had been raided and I wouldn't give him any C4 with which to retaliate. To be fair, at the time, I didn't know how to make C4 and it's the toughest thing to make on this island, so asking me to magic it out of nowhere seemed a little silly. Left to my own devices, I have been quite busy. I found a hollowed-out wolf skull and wore it like a hat. The look is rather gruesome, so here's my shadow, which I'm sure you'll agree evokes memories of Teen Wolf with Michael J Fox.

I also found a partially-destroyed water bucket. This blue bit of metal had a section missing from it and a grille in place of the metal, so I popped it on my head and found it to be rather fetching, along with reducing the risk of headshots. Sadly, I lost my improvised helmet when I got attacked by a bear. Speaking of which, the most peculiar things happen on this island. Sometimes, when I fall from a great height or am mauled by a bear, I fall to the ground screaming, only to wake up in my bed. I find that I have basic clothing and tools with me - and an apple - but when I return to where I remember being last before waking up in bed, a dead body is there. Dressed in my clothing. Bearing my face. Surrounded by flies and carrying everything I had before whatever happened happened. It's a very, very strange feeling, when you're stealing your own stuff back. And I know it's my stuff and my body because I scrawl things on my paper map. And there it is, my scrawlings. Anyway, when I wake up, I wake up famished and thirsty. So I tend to go looking for less hostile creatures for food. Like this chicken!

What a week it's been. Draekal, bless her heart, told me that my chainlink fencing, which I thought to be pretty, new-fangled and, most importantly, secure, was actually pretty useless. Not wanting to tear my buildings down, I decided to build a wall, Donald Trump-style, all around my compound, culminating at the front with a massive gate, which I installed the wrong way around, but it works just the same, so I'm happy enough with that.

I told you last week that Lewis had built directly opposite my place. Well, we're even closer neighbours now since I've expanded my grounds, though he doesn't seem to have been on in a while, so doesn't know that Draekal and I have defaced his building with an additional sign.

I named my wonky bridge.

Draekal, whose bridge is not wonky, named hers also. I'm quite enjoying labelling landmarks and plan to do more in the future.

I have arrived on Rust Island. It's quiet and the wildlife is pretty aggressive and for the first five or six days, I didn't see another soul. I spent the time building my compound. A secure space where I can survive, living my life in this strange, new place. I'm no longer a man. I'm now a woman. Thankfully, I was able to make clothing from plant fibres and cloth from the less dangerous creatures of the island. Boars are docile and slow, deer and horses are skittish, but yield more resources and bears and wolves are still better, but have a horrible knack of taking chunks out of me, which I'm not finding enjoyable in the least bit.

Following my first few days of gathering resources such as stone, metal and sulfur, I set about building my compound. It's a stone affair surrounded by chainlink fences. I can tell you, making chainlink fences from metal fragments is rather time consuming, but I think you'll agree the result is pleasing.